This is how it went, the last time we fucked before our summer hiatus. I'm not gonna lie - it was a few days before I could walk straight and a week before I could close my eyes without seeing you. Your hands as they spanked my ass red raw. Your throbbing dick as I sucked you off, so hard and deep I nearly choked. Your expression as you slid your cock into my ass... I've never been fucked so thoroughly, or so filthily.
I can't wait to do it again.
It all started at our work Christmas party.
After too many cheap wines, sentimental speeches and drunken arguments, the night was winding down. I was stuck talking to a boring colleague when I realised you'd disappeared. I dive for my bag and checked my phone. There's a message from you.
"I'm heading to my hotel. Coming?"
Fuck. It was sent 20 minutes ago. I scroll down. There's more.
"Hurry up."
And another.
"I want to eat you out but I can't wait forever."
I grab my stuff and start walking out, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone. They're all too pissed to notice. The hotel is an 8-minute walk away. I'm in stilletos and an evening dress, but I practically run.
In minutes, I'm outside, rummaging for my phone in my bag when you appear beside me. You're still in your suit, shirt collar undone, vape in hand. Without a word, I follow you through the lobby, into the lift, and to your room. There's no need to talk. We both know what we're here for.
The second the door is shut, it's on. You kiss me wildly, tearing at my dress. We're like animals, clawing at each other, both naked in under 20 seconds. Well, mostly naked. I wore something special for you tonight under my red dress. It's a garter belt with a thigh harness - an adjustable, tight strap around each of my thighs, attached to a slutty lace belt which leaves my pussy free for easy access. The straps frame my ass like a gift, all ready and waiting for you to unwrap.
That's not my only surprise though. I have a new toy. I can't wait to show you. My cunt is drenched at the thought, so as soon as we're naked I pull away from your kiss and rummage in my handbag for it. It's a wearable vibrator, shaped like the letter C, which buzzes my g-spot and clit at the same time. I tested it this week, watching in my full length mirror as I came in about a minute. Even better, it has a remote control, which I hand over to you. You're in charge. Game on.
You push me backwards onto the bed and bury your head between my thighs, sticking your tongue deep into my pussy and lapping at my clit to make sure I'm sopping wet. I arch my back off the bed and squirm, my clit tingling and my greedy hole aching to be filled. When you pause for a second, I wriggle free and reach down to shove the vibrator into my pussy.
"Switch it on," I pant. You still have the remote in your hand and flip the switch, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. It's intense, with pressure from inside and outside at once, but it's not enough. I want your cock, too. I slide down the bed so my head is level with your dick and open my wet, red mouth. I take it all in, inch by inch, savouring the taste and the silky feel of you. I love sucking your cock. I could do it all day. I swallow you deep, your tip grazing the back of my throat, and you groan. Slowly, I move my head up and down your length, getting you nice and slippery.